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THE FAVORITE 




A NEW COLLECTION OF CHOICE PIECES 
FOR CHILDREN IN INTERME¬ 
DIATE GRADES. 


EDITED BY 

T. G. LaMOlLLE and EUGENE PARSONS. 




CHICAGO: 

A. FLANAGAN, PUBLISHER. 
1885. 


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A New Collection of Choice Short and Pretty Pieces. 
Suitable for Boys and Girls from Three 
to Ten Years Old, for 

PUBLIC AND PRIVATE ENTERTAINMENT,. 


This collection of over 100 pieces of prose and verse from the 
best sources does not contain a single objectionable piece. The 
editors, Messrs. T. G. LaMoille and Eugene Parsons, have taken 
special pains to collect not only an extensive variety of short, 
easily-learned humorous, serious and dramatic pieces, but also 
those of the highest order of merit. Exercises are provided for 
concert and calisthenic purposes. 

It contains just such selections as teachers and mothers will 
be pleased to welcome. 

Price, Postpaid, 20 Cents, or Three Copies, 50 Cents. 


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A New Collection of Easily Learned, Humorous, Serious, 
and Dramatic Recitations for Boys and Girls 
in Intermediate Grades. 

The same general style of admirable selections 
used in the Favorite Primary Speaker is continued in 
the Intermediate, but adapted to the wants of older 
children. Messrs. LaMoille and Parsons seem to be 
specially qualified for this good editorial work. The 
Favorite Intermediate Speaker contains ioo pages, 
nearly ioo pieces, and is a most excellent collection. 

Price, postpaid, 23 Cents. 







THE FAVORITE 

INTERMEDIATE 

SPEAKER. 


A NEW COLLECTION OF CHOICE PIECES 
FOR CHILDREN IN INTERMEDIATE 
GRADES. 



EDITED BY 


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PREFACE. 


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INHERE is a great and rapidly increasing demand 
for new pieces of prose and poetry suitable for 
recitation by boys and girls from ten to twelve 
years of age. The contents of many speakers are out 
of'date, or, for the most part, too difficult for pupils of 
the Intermediate departments of graded schools. 

Our “Favorite Primary Speaker” is designed for 
children of the first, second and third grades. In 
this volume, No. 2 of the “Favorite Speaker Series/’ 
we have aimed to make fresh and fine selections adapt¬ 
ed for pupils of the fourth, fifth and sixth grades. 

Although there is considerable variation in the ages 
and abilities of pupils in these grades, we think the 
pieces in this Speaker are, in general, such as can be 
easily learned and effectively spoken by the average 
boy or girl. 

We acknowledge our indebtedness to some of the 
leading juvenile magazines and school journals for 
many excellent pieces. In every instance we have tried 
to have the text accurate and due credit giverv 
Chicago, May, 1885, The Editors. 




CONTENTS. 


Advice to a Young Man, Robt. J. Burdette . 46 

Ajax, Phoebe Cary . 16 

April, St. Nicholas . 24 

April Fool, Elizabeth Sill .. 37 

April Joke, An, M. D. Brine . 86 

Baby Mariner, The, Enter Birdsey . 57 

Ballad of a Sad, Bad Girl, The, Wide Awake . 29 

Blow, March! Blow! Our Little Ones . 56 

“Boys,” St. Nicholas . 56 

Boys We Need, The, Golden Days . 88 

Bumble-bee, The, Austin Hagerman . ,67 

Changed Fairies, The, Mrs. S. M. Walsh . 20 

Change of Style, A. 91 

Cherry Blossom, S. M. Day . 68 

Children of the Year, The, School Journal . 74 

Child Violinist, The, Austin Dobson .... 23 

Christmas Song, A, Eugene Parsons . 10 

Coasting by Night, 6 1 . C. Stone . 13 

Concert Recitation. 88 

Cup Bearer, The, Etnilie Clare . 18 

Dialogues.40, 41,47, 74, 88,96, 99 

Dragon, The, School Journal . 33 

Doctor, Strike the Root!. 17 

Flower-Garden, The, Mrs. Geo. M. Kellogg . 41 

Friday Afternoon after Examination, Good Cheer. 97 

Gentle Word Is Never Lost, A. 84 

“Good-by, Winter,” M. D. Brine . 48 


Good Night and Good Morning, Lord Houghton.. 31 
Grand Concert, The, Miss Frances A, Shaw .... 27 





























CONTENTS 


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Greeting, The, School Journal . 

Grown-up Land. 

Hand-Organ Man’s Little Girl, The, 67 . Nicholas. 
If I Were a Boy: Girl’s Recitation, Fannie E. New¬ 
berry .. 

If I Were a Girl: Boy’s Recitation, Fannie E. New- 

bei'ry . 

If I Were a Sunbeam, Lucy Larcom.. * . 

Ino and Uno, Josephine Pollard . 

It Really Is So, HarpePs Young People .... 

Jolly Winter, Mrs. H. E. Kimball . 

King Christmas, School Journal . 

Learn to Say No .... i .. 

Little Boy’s Speech, A.' 

Little Dilly-Dally, Josephine Pollard . 

Little Elsie, Dinah M. Craik . 

Little Gentleman, A, Mrs• M. E. Sangster . 

Little Knight, The, St. Nicholas .... . 

Mick’s Valentine, Mary D. Brine ... 

Model American Girl, The. . 

Mother’s Love, Ellen E. Turquand. .. 

Nature’s Promise, T. G. L . 

New Year, The, Luella Clark . r .... 

New Year, The, Well-Spring . 

One Day the Letters Went to School. 

One Drop at a Time. 

Our Daily Reckoning... 

Pride in Distress, HarpePs Young People . 

Proverb Class, The. 

Push. 

Queen o’ May, The, M. M. D . 


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CONTENTS. 


River Song, Eugene Parsons .... *. 90 

Sculptor Boy, The, Geo. W. Doane . 9 

Silent Influence, Albert Barnes . 89 

Sisters at Work, The, Ida Fay . 99 

Skaters’ Song, C. Alexander Wilson . 85 

Small Boy’s Conclusion, A, Wide Awake . 71 

Smith and Jones. 12 

So Funny, Wide Awake . 65 

Somebody’s Mother. 8 

Someday, Nora Perry . 93 

Something for Children to Do. 87 

Story of a Blue China Plate, Ye, Harper's Young 

People . .... 94 

Summer Shower, A, George Cooper . 19 

Summer Shower, The, A. D. W. . 64 

Summer Vacation, Mrs. H. E . Kimball . 100 

Suppose, Phoebe Cary . 13 

Swarm of Bees, A. 70 

Tale of a Toad, The, James Clarence Harvey .... 43 

Tale of a Very Bad Boy, The, Harper's Young 

People . 32 

There’s Danger. 34 

Thirteen and Dolly, Mollie Norton . 80 

Tradespeople, The, Julius Sturm . 59 

Two Workers, The. 22 

Uncle Skinflint’s Christmas Gift, School Journal.. 79 

Usual Husband, The, Happy Hours . 96 

Vacation, Mary L. Ninde . 39 

What They Say, Susan Hartley . 53 

Wishes, Mary N. Prescott . 88 

Work, School Journal . 83 

Work your Own Way, Robt. J. Biirdette . 60 






























THE 



THE GREETING. 


Dear parents and friends, we greet you to-night, 

With words of good-cheer and with songs of delight; 
We come from the valley of innocent joy; 

We know not the cares that the heart may annoy, 

It is the glad occasion when both the old and young 
In one loud voice of harmony send up their grateful 
song. 

Welcome, welcome is the greeting 
Which this night we give our friends, 

Joyous, joyous is the meeting 

Which your kindly presence lends 
Love is still our richest treasure, 

Casting out all earth-born fear, 

Let the smile of heartfelt pleasure 
Beam on all who gather here. 

—School Journal. 




8 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


SOMEBODY’S MOTHER. 

The woman was old and ragged and gray, 
And bent with the chill of a Winter’s day; 

The street was wet with a recent snow, 

And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. 

She stood at the crossing and waited long, 
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng 

Of human beings who passed her by, 

Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. 

Down the street with laughter and shout, 
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,” 

Came the boys like a flock of sheep, 

Hailing the snow piled white and deep. 

Past the woman so old and gray, 

Hasted the children on their way. 

Nor offered a helping hand to her, 

So meek, so timid, afraid to stir, 

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses’ feet 
Should crowd her down in the slippery street 

At last came one of the merry troop— 

The gayest laddie of all the group; 

He paused beside her, and whispered low, 
“I’ll help you across if you wish to go.” 

Her aged hand on his strong young arm 
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm, 



FAVORITE IMTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 9 


He guided the trembling feet along, 

Proud that his own were firm and strong; 

Then back again to his friends he went, 

His young heart happy and well content. 

“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know, 
For all she’s aged and poor and slow, 

“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand 
To help my mother, you understand, 

“If ever she’s poor and old and gray, 

When her own dear boy is far away.” 

And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head 
In her home that night, and the prayer she said 

Was: “God be kind to the noble boy, 

Who is somebody’s son and pride and joy.” 

-:o:- 

THE SCULPTOR BOY. 


GEO. W. DOANE. 


Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy, 

With his marble block before him: 

And his face lit up with a smile of joy 
As an angel-dream passed o’er him. 

He carved that dream on the yielding stone 
With many a sharp incision; 

In heaven’s own light the sculptor shone, 
He had caught that angel-vision 






10 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


Sculptors of life are we , as we stand, 

With our lives uncarved before us; 
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command, 
Our life-dream passes o’er us. 

Let us carve it then on the yielding stone, 
With many a sharp incision: 

Its heavenly beauty shall be our own— 

Our lives, that angel-vision. 


-:o:-- 

A CHRISTMAS SONG. 

The bells chime merrily and clear 
Upon the frosty, bracing air; 

For Christmas day once more is here, 

To scatter blessings everywhere. 

Oh, what care we for wintry weather? 

Inside ’tis warm and all are gay; 

We’ll feast and laugh and sing together, 

Be glad and happy while we may. 

Let joy light up the faded eye, 

A brighter glow suffuse the face; 

Thank God, that Christmas bringeth nigh 
A benediction to our race! 

Now banish cares, let feuds depart; 

No time is this to fret or fight. 

Let peace, good-will possess each heart, 

Ring “Merry Christmas” till “Good-night!” 




FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


II 


All honor to the boy who is 
A man at heart, I say; 

Whose legend on his shield is this: 
“Right always wins the day.” 


:o:- 


LITTLE DILLY-DALLY. 


JOSEPHINE POLLARD. 


I don’t believe you ever 
Knew any one as silly 
As the girl I’m going to tell about, 

A little girl named Dilly. 
Dilly-dally-Dilly! 

Oh! she is very slow: 

She drags her feet 
Along the street. 

And dilly-dallies so! 

She’s always late for breakfast, 
Without a bit of reason; 

For Bridget rings and rings the bell, 
And wakes her up in season. 
Dilly-dally-Dilly! 

How can you be so slow? 
Why don't you try 
To be more spry. 

And not dilly-dally so? 






12 


FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


’Tis just the same at evening; 

And it’s really quite distressing 
To see the time that Dilly wastes 
In dressing and undressing. 
Dilly-dally-Dilly 
Is always in a huff 
If you hurry her, 

Or worry her, 

*She says, “There’s time enough.” 

Since she’s neither sick nor helpless, 

It is quite a serious matter, 

That she should be so lazy, that 
We still keep scolding at her. 
Dilly-dally-Dilly, 

It’s very wrong, you know, 

To do no work 
That you can shirk, 

And dilly-dally so. 

* [Original: And.] • —The Nursery. 


:o:- 


SMITH AND JONES. 


A TEMPERANCE LESSON. 


They say Jones is the richest man 
In all the town, and he 
Drives by us with his handsome span, 
As jolly as can be. 






FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 13 


Old Smith was jolly once, they say, 

And rich; but see him there, 

Without a cent to pay his rent,— 

No money anywhere. 

Smith bought the whisky that Jones sold 
A little, and then more; 

So, by and-by, Jones had Smith’s lands, 
And Smith was very poor. 

This is the story of the two, 

This lesson here you see; 

Don’t buy the whisky that Jones sells, 
Or poor, like Smith, you’ll be. 


:o: 


SUPPOSE. 


PHOEBE CARY. § 

Suppose, my little lady, 

Your doll should break her head, 
Could you make it whole by crying 
Till your eyes and nose are red? 
And wouldn’t it be pleasanter 
To treat it as a joke, 

And say your glad “’Twas Dolly’s, 
And not your head that broke?” 





i 4 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


Suppose you’re dressed for walking, 

And the rain comes pouring down, 
Will it clear off any sooner 
Because you scold and frown? 

And wouldn’t it be nicer 
For you to smile than pout, 

And so make sunshine in the house 
When there is none without? 

Suppose your task, my little man, 

Is very hard to get, 

Will it make it any easier 
For you to sit and fret? 

And wouldn’t it be wiser, 

Than waiting like a dunce, 

To go to work in earnest, 

And learn the thing at once? 

Suppose that some boys have a horse, 
And some a coach and pair, 

Will it tire you less while walking 
To say “It isn’t fair?’* 

And wouldn’t it be nobler 
To keep your temper sweet, 

And in your heart be thankful 
You can walk upon your feet? 

• And suppose the world don’t please you, 
Nor the way some people do, 

Do you think the whole creation 
Will be altered just .for you? 

And isn’t it, my boy or girl, 

The wisest, bravest plan, 

Whatever comes, or doesn’t come, 

To do the best you can? 


FAVORITE IMTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 15 


COASTING BY NIGHT. 


S. C. STONE. 

A winter’s evening, cold and still, 

There go,—to coast on Dobbs’s hill,— 

Four boys, (who should have been abed,) 

Who, twixt them all, have one small sled. 

Their downward course slopes glittering white 
Far into deepest shades of night; 

And joy with furtive tremblings blent 
Lends rapture to their long descent. 

Recumbent on their single sled 
These four, (who should have been abed,) 

Start, closely packed and intertwined; 

Not one would dare be left behind. 

Their frail sled staggers, sways and reels 
Beneath its load of heads and heels. 

It plunges, leaps, and rears, and pitches, 

Yet throws no rider in the ditches. 

Far down their road is something white 
Up-straggling through the stilly night! 

With toes curved out! And horns curved in! 
And white beard dangling from its chin. 

It spies them, sweeping from atop, 

And brings it to a sudden stop; 

The while the frozen snowdrift feels 
The stiffening of its cloven heels! 



6 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


They view this sight with mortal dread, 

These boys, (who should have been abed;) 
As, startled, rushing down thro’ space, 

They stare this specter in the face. 

Soon, with a sudden, mighty shock, 

* The ghost and coasters interlock!— 

Just here, we’d like to drop the curtain; 

The consequence seems so uncertain,— 

Yet nothing chanced to them, of dote, 

Save that they crippled Dobbs’s goat, 

And fled themselves in such affright, 

We guess they’ll coast no more by night. 

— Youth's Companion 


:o:- 


AJAX. 


PHCEBE CARY. 


Old Ajax was a faithful dog, 

Of the best and bravest sort; 

And we made a friend and pet of him, 
And called him “Jax” for short. 

He served us well for many a year, 
But at last there came a day 
When, a superannuated dog, 

In the sun he idly lay. 






FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


And though as kindly as before 
He still was housed and fed, 

We brought a younger, sprightlier dog 
For service in his stead. 

Poor “Jax!” he knew and felt it all, 

As well as you or I; 

He laid his head on his trembling paws, 
And his whine was like a cry. 

And then he rose: he would not stay 

9 Near where the intruder stayed; 

He took the other side of the house, 
Though that was in the shade. 

Aud he never answered when we called, 
He would not touch his bone; 

'Twas more than he could bear to have 
A rival near his throne. 

We tried to soothe his wounded pride 
By every kindly art; 

But if ever creature did, poor “Jax” 
Died of a broken heart. 

Alas! he would not learn the truth, 

He was not still a pup; 

That every dog must have his day, 

A.nd then must give it up! 

-:o:- 

DOCTOR, STRIKE THE ROOT ! 

A toper, woeful, sick and sad, 

A sensible physician had, 

With whom he pleaded, “Doctor, please 

Just strike the root of my disease.” 





18 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


“This is- the only way I know,” 

The doctor said, and fetched a blow, 
Shivering his bottle into bits, 

And waking up the toper’s wits. 


;o:- 


% 

THE CUP BEARER. 

EMILIE CLARE. 


In olden time there lived a king 

For wit and wisdom much renowned— 

In feasting and in reveling 

He far surpassed all kings around. 

Now it so happened, on a time 

When the great lords of earth had met, 

To feast o’er meats, and fume o’er wine, 
It needed still one person yet,— 

One all important personage, 

To bear the cup with lordly grace; 

When lo, a youth of tender age 

Said modestly, “I’ll take his olace.” 

Well pleased, the king smiles a consent, 
The youth a cap and napkin bore, 

And gracefully his footsteps bent 
To those who knightly honors wore. 





FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 19 


“Well done,” was passed from lip to lip! 
“My son,” his father said, “this thing 

Was nobly done, yet you to sip 

Forgot, before you gave your king.” 

“Nay, I forgot no custom old, 

But coiled within the cup, I saw 

A poisonous serpent, fold on fold, 

And that was why I shunned the law.” 

“A serpent, child! and poisonous?—why!— 
How can you speak so strange and wild?” 

“I saw the poisonous serpent nigh, 

And shunned it,” said the timid child. 

“Aye! shunned it, for I saw the power 
On those who drank but yesterday, 

In less by far, than one short hour 
Their wit and wisdom fled away. 

“Some tried to dance, and some to sing, 
And some to walk as vainly tried, 

While you, forgetful you were king, 

Mounted a broom-stick for a ride.” 

-:o:- 

A SUMMER SHOWER. 


GEORGE COOPER. 


“Hush!” sighed the leaves; 

“Hurry, birds, hurry! 

See yonder sheaves 
All in a flurry.” 






20 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


“Come under quick, 

Grasshopper, cricket!"’ 

Whispered the vines 
Down in the thicket. 

“Hide,” lisped the grass, 

“Lady-bug, spider; 

Ant, here’s a place; 

Fly, sit beside her.” 

“Rest, katydid, 

Here in my bushes; 

Butterfly, too: 

How the rain rushes!” 

Why, there’s the sun! 

Hark the birds singing, 

“Good-by, dear leaves. 

Off we’ll be winging.” 

“Bee,” smiled the rose, 

“Thank you for calling; 

Drop in again 

When the rain’s falling,” 

— Harper's Young People. 

-:o:- 

THE CHANGED FAIRIES. 


MRS. S. M. WALSH. 


They danced over meadows, 

They danced through the woods, 






FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 21 


The gay little fairies, 

With downy white hoods: 

They lit on the hedges, 

And clung to the trees, 

And peeped into windows 
Without “If you please.’' 

High up in the air 

They went sailing along, 

And the children who watched 
Sent up a glad song; 

So to kiss rosy faces 
They fluttered below, 

While the children all cried, 
“Welcome, beautiful snow!” 

In gray little cloaks 

And in dull little hoods, 

Other fairies gave chase 
Through the meadows and woods. 
They slapped at the windows,— 

Not very polite, 

And the lovely white fairies 
All melted from sight! 

And on little faces 
Upturned to the sky, 

Came plashes like teardrops 
From each little eye; 

And sad little voices 

Were heard to complain, 

“The beautiful snow 

Has just all turned to rain!” 


:o: 




22 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


JOLLY WINTER. 


MRS. H. E. KIMBALL. 


What care we to-day for the blossoming spring, 
The roses of summer, or birds on the wing, 

The glories of autumn, which poets portray, 
Since old winter is with us, so merry and gay? 
Such fun all together, we have at recess, 

That for real jolly weather, old winter we’ll bless 


:o: 


THE TWO WORKERS. 


Two workers in one field 
Toiled on from day to day; 

Both had the same hard labor, 
Both had the same small pay; 

With the same blue sky above, 
The same green grass below, 

One soul was full of love, 

The other full of woe. 

One leaped up with the light, 
With the soaring of the lark; 

One felt it ever night, 

For his soul was ever dark. 

One heart was hard as stone, 
One heart was ever gay, 

One worked with many a groan, 
One whistled all the day. 







FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


2 3 


One had a flower-clad cot 
Beside a merry mill; 

Wife and children near the spot 
Made it sweeter, fairer still. 

One a wretched hovel had, 

Full of discord, dirt, and din; 

No wonder he seemed mad, 

Wife and children starved within. 

Still they worked in the same field, 
Toiled on from day to day; 

Both had the same hard labor, 

Both had the same small pay. 

But they worked not with one will, 
The reason let me tell— 

Lo! the one drank at the Still 
And the other at the Well ! 

-:o:- 

THE CHILD VIOLINIST. 


AUSTIN DOBSON. 


He had played for his lordship’s levee, 

He had played for her ladyship’s whim, 
Till the poor little head was heavy, 

And the poor little brain would swim. 

And the face grew peaked and eerie, 

And the large eyes strange and bright, 
And they said—too late—“He is weary! 
He shall rest for, at least, to-night!” 






FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


But at dawn, when the birds were waking, 

As they watched in the silent room, 

With the sound of a strained cord breaking, 

A something snapped in the gloom. 

’Twas a string of his violincello, 

And they heard him stir in his bed; 

“Make room for a tired little fellow, 

Kind God!”—was the last that he said. 

— Cornhill Magazine. 


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APRIL. 


Now the noisy winds are still; 

April’s coming up the hill! 

All the 'spring is in her train, 

Led by shining ranks of rain: 

Pit, pat, patter, patter, 

Sudden sun, and patter, patter! 
First the blue, and then the shower, 
Bursting bud, and smiling flower, 
Brooks set free with tinkling ring; 
Birds too full of song to sing; 

Dry old leaves astir with pride,— 
Where the timid violets hide,— 

All things ready with a will,— 

April’s coming up the hill! 

— St. Nicholas. 





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PRIDE IN DISTRESS. 


Mistress Polly Poppenjay 
Went to take a walk one day 
On that morning she was dressed 
In her very Sunday best: 

Feathers, frills and ribbons gay,— 

Proud was Mistress Poppenjay, 

Mistress Polly Poppenjay 
Spoke to no one on her way; 

Passed acquaintances aside; 

Held her head aloft with pride; 

Did not see a puddle lay 
In front of Mistress Poppenjay. 

Mistress Polly Poppenjay 
Harked to naught the folks could say. 
Loud they cried, “Beware the puddle!” 
Plump! she stepped into the middle. 

And a pretty plight straightway 
Was poor Mistress Polly Poppenjay. 

Mistress Polly Poppenjay; 

From your pickle others may 
Learn to curb their pride a little;— 

Learn to exercise their wit, till 
They are sure no puddles may 
Lie in front, Miss Poppenjay. 

— Harper's Young People. 





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GROWN-UP LAND. 


Good morrow, fair maid, with lashes brown, 

Can you tell me the way to Womanhood Town? 

O, this way and that way—never stop, 

’Tis picking up stitches grandma will drop, 

’Tis kissing the baby’s troubles away, 

’Tis learning that cross words never will pay , 

’Tis helping mother, ’tis sewing up rents, 

’Tis reading and playing, ’tis saving the cents, 
’Tis loving and smiling, forgetting to frown, 

O, that is the way to Womanhood Town. 

Just wait, my brave lad— one moment I pray. 
Manhood Town lies where—can you tell the way? 

O, by toiling and trying we reach that land— 

A bit with the head, a bit with the hand— 

’Tis by climbing up the steep hill Work, 

’Tis by keeping out of the wide street Shirk, 

’Tis by always taking the weak one’s part, 

’Tis by giving mother a happy heart, 

’Tis by keeping bad thoughts and actions down, 
O, that is the way to Manhood Town. 

And the lad and the maid ran hand in hand 
To their fair estates in the grown-up land. 




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LEARN TO SAY NO. 


The true way is never to begin the use of strong 
drink. You think you are strong but you do not know 
how weak you are. You may never be able to stop. 
The very fact that you do not refuse now shows that 
you are weak. Every time you yield to temptation you 
grow weaker; just as your appetite grows stronger you 
will grow weaker and become less able to stop. It will 
never again be so easy to stop as now. If you are in¬ 
vited in company, give a polite, but a proud refusal. 
Every one present will respect you for it, no matter 
what they say. You will be stronger yourself, and 
some one may be influenced by you. Have the courage 
to say “I do not drink.” Let your clear eye and honest 
expression show that you mean just what you say. If 
any one taunts you with your cowardice, tell him that 
he is afraid to be independent, while you are not, and 
that you do not choose to join the ranks of those who 
go down into drunkards’ graves 60,000 strong in this 
countrv every year. 


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THE GRAND CONCERT. 


MISS FRANCES A. SHAW. 


Summer’s birds will give a concert 
In the forest’s broad, green hall, 
And would most heartily invite 

Their friends, both great and small. 







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Mam’selle Lark, the prima donna , 

Will be there from o’er the sea, 

And our own dear Robin Redbreast i 
Will carol his songs of glee. 

The Starling, returned from his travels, 
Will sing with the Martin and Swallow 
The Cuckoo, Sparrow, and Bobolink, 
And Sir Woodpecker will follow. 

The sweet-voiced Thrush and Humming 
Will join in a duet; [Bird 

Jay, Blackbird, Finch, and Jennie Wren 
Will offer a quartet. 

Then a grand solo is promised 
From Signora Nightingale, 

Signora Echo to give the chorus 
Till it rings o’er hill and dale. 

All to end with a glad roundelay 
In beauteous Summer’s praise, 

Where every songster of the wood 
His loudest notes will raise. 

To feast the eye as well as ear, 

The hall is decked anew 
With carpet green and rarest flowers 
Of every name and hue. 

Above is the sky’s pure azure, 

Thick strown with its stars of gold, 

All around the Summer landscape 
Like a gorgeous scroll outrolled. 


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Come, then, friends of harmless pleasure, 
Lovers of sweetest song, 

As entrance-fee, a light, glad heart, 

We pray you, take along. 


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THE BALLAD OF A SAD, BAD GIRL. 


She was pretty, she was bright, 

She was brave as she was bonny, 

Her eyes were full of light, 

And her smile was bright and sunny; 
She was rare, she was fair, 

And her hair was full of curl, 

But she was—O, she was 
Such a sad, bad girl! 

Her cheek was like a rose, 

Her mouth was like a cherry, 

She’d a pretty, pert, snub nose, 

And her laugh was gay and merry; 

She was sweet to her feet, 

And her teeth were made of pearl, 

But she was—O, she was 
Such a sad, bad girl! 

Her locks were touched with gold, 

And a three-foot rule would scrape her; 
She was only five years old, , 

And her finger tips were taper; 





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She could run just like fun, 

With a rush and with a swirl; 

Still she was—O, she was 
Such a sad, bad girl! 

For she wanted her own way, 

And you couldn’t turn or twist her. 
She’d say yes, or she’d say nay, 

Spite of mother, friend or sister; 
How she’d fly, if you’d try 
Any fancy to imperil! 

For she was—O, she was 
Such a sad, bad girl! 

If her mother, or her aunt, 

Asked for any little favor, 

She'd say shall, and she’d say sha’n’t 
With the very sourest flavor; 

She would pout, and she’d flout, 

Till their brains were in a whirl, 

For she was—yes, she was 
Such a sad, bad girl! . 

But she’s getting older now, 

And although they’re almost frantic, 
Still they hope she’s learning how 
To be gentle and less antic, 

So that soon a day may come 

When they’ll call their little Pearl 
Not a sad, and a bad— 

But a good, good girl! 


— Wide A wake. 


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GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING. 

LORD HOUGHTON. 


A fair little girl sat under a tree, 

Sewing, as long as her eyes could see; 

Then she smoothed her work and folded it right, 
And said, “Dear work, good night, good night!” 

Such a number of rooks flew over her head, 
Crying, “Caw! caw!” on their way to bed; 

She said, as she watched their curious flight, 
“Little black things, good night, good night!” 

The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, 

The sheep’s bleat! bleat! came over the road, 

All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, 

“Good little girl, good night, good night!” 

She did not say to the sun, “Good night!” 

Though she saw him there, like a ball of light; 

For she knew, he had God’s time to keep 
All over the world, and never could sleep. 

The tall pink fox-glove bowed his head, 

The violets courtsied and went to bed; 

And good little Lucy tied up her hair, 

And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer. 

And, while on her pillow she softly lay, 

She knew nothing more, till again it was day; 

And all things said to the beautiful sun, 

“Good morning! good morning! our work is 
begun!” 



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MICK’S VALENTINE. 


MARY D. BRINE. 


Only a boot-black was Micky Magee— 

Hatless and coatless and shoeless was he. 

Twas little he cared for a “Valentine/’ 

Unless in the form of “ten cents for a shine.” 

He stood on the corner one Valentine’s Day, 
Shouting “Shine, sir?” to all who were passing his 
way; 

But nobody heeded, and nobody cared 
Whether ill luck or good luck poor little Mick 
shared. 

Down the street, with her mother, approaching the 
lad, 

Came a wee little maiden all daintily clad. 

Her hand clasped a flower, a lily as fair 
As the white baby brow ’neath the soft golden hair. 
She clung to her mother, the while her blue eyes 
(Blue as the bluest of sunny June skies) 

To Micky were lifted, with just a slight trace 
Of wonder and fear in the dear dainty face. 

“Poor, poor little boy, with no shoes on his feet, 
And no one to love him and make him look neat!” 
So whispered mamma. Oh, the dimples that grew 
In the soft rosy cheeks, ’neath the young eyes so 
blue, 

As with sudden sweet impulse the wee little maid 
Her one cherished flower in Micky’s hand laid, 
Then ran to mamma, hiding quickly from sight, 
Her heart beating fast, half in shyness, half fright. 




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When night came at last, and St. Valentine’s Day 
In the silence and darkness had faded away, 
Ragged Mick in his shanty went sweetly to rest 
With the purest of Valentines safe on his breast. 

— Harper's Young People . 

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THE NEW YEAR. 

O glad New Year, O glad New Year! 

Dawn brightly on us all, 

And bring us hope our hearts to cheer, 
Whatever may befall. 

On thee, Old Year, O past Old Year! 

Our lingering look we cast, 

Ere thou dost all our actions bear 
Into the shadowy past. 

For all the joy and happiness 
To us this past year given, . 

For all the love and blessedness, 

For all good gifts from heaven, 

For all the care and sadness too, 

And hearts by sorrow riven, 

As well as for all gladness true, 

Our highest thanks be given. 

Life passes—passes like a dream! 

And yet we, looking back, 

See many a golden, sunny gleam 
Upon the Old Year’s track, 




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And, looking forward, can we doubt 
That there shall yet be gleams 
Of sunshine o'er us, and about 
Us many radiant beams? 

Then welcome, welcome, glad New Year! 

Dawn brightly on us all, 

And bring us hope our hearts to cheer, 
Whatever may befall. 

Bring patience, comfort, gladness, rest, 
Bring blessings from above; 

Bring happiness, the brightest, best,— 

To us and those we love. 

— Well-Spring. 


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THE MODEL AMERICAN GIRL. 


A practical, plain young girl; 
Not-afraid-of-the rain young girl; 
A poetical posy, 

A ruddy and rosy, 

A helper-of-self young girl. 

At-home-in-her place young girl; 
A never-will-lace young girl; 

A toiler serene, 

A life pure and clean, 

A princess-of-peace young girl. 





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A wear-her-own-hair young girl; 

A free-from-a-stare young girl; 
Improves every hour, 

No sickly sunflower, 

A wealth-of-rare-sense young girl. 

Plenty-room-in-her-shoes young girl; 
No indulger-in-blues young girl; 

Not a bang on her brow, 

To fraud, not a bow, 

She’s a just-what-she-seems young girl. 

Not a reader-of-trash young girl; 

Not a cheap-jewel-flash young girl; 
Neither flippant nor lax, 

Nor a chewer of “wax.” 

A marvel-of-sense young girl. 

A lover-of-prose young girl; 

Nor a turn-up-nose young girl; 

Not a slattern nor shrew, 

But a “know what I do,” ' 

And a matter-of-fact young girl. 

A rightly-ambitious young girl; 
Red-lips, most-delicious young girl; 

A sparkling clear eye, 

That says “I will try,” 

A sure-to-succeed young girl. 

An honestly-courting young girl; 

A never-seen-flirting young girl; 

A quiet and pure, 

A modest, demure, 

A fit-for-a-wife young girl. 


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A sought-everywhere young girl; 

A future-most-fair young girl; 

An ever discreet, 

We too seldom meet, 

This queen-among-queens young girl. 


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A LITTLE GENTLEMAN. 


M. E. SANGSTER. 

His cap is old, but his hair is gold, 

And his face is clear as the sky; 

And whoever he meets, on lanes or streets, 
He looks him straight in the eye, 

With a fearless pride that has naught to hide, 
Though he bows like a little knight, 

Quite debonair, to a lady fair, 

With a smile that is swift as light. 

Does his mother call? Not kite, or ball, 

Or the prettiest game, can stay 
His eager feet as he hastes to greet 
Whatever she means to say. x 
And the teachers depend on the little friend 
At school in his place at nine, 

With his lessons learned and his good marks 
earned, 

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I wonder if you have seen him too, 

This boy, who is not too big 
For a morning kiss from mother and Sis, 
AVho isn’t a bit of a prig, 

But gentle and strong, and the whole day 
long 

As merry as boy can be. 

A gentleman, dears, in the coming years, 
And at present the boy for me. 

— Harper's Young People. 


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APRIL FOOL. 


ELIZABETH SILL. 

What are the children all about? 

Mischief is certainly brewing: 

When four little heads are in a bunch, 

I know there’ll be something doing. 

Hark! what a merry, noisy shout, 

As away they suddenly scatter! 

Papa has sweetened his tea with salt, 

And doesn’t know what’s the matter. 

Mother, who says, “You can’t catch me!” 

Her breakfast just ready to swallow, 
Finds that the egg she likes so well 
(How strange!) is perfectly hollow. 





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Bridget, with dish-cloth pinned behind 
By fingers that stealthily handle, 

Is patiently trying, with all her might, 

To light—a potato-candle! 

But, ah, you rogues! though you had your 
fun, 

The fun was not all for you; 

And you found, before the day was done, 
We could have our nonsense‘too. 

For Dick, who thinks maple-sugar nice, 
Took a bite of soap so yellow! 

Tom tasted a doughnut of cotton-wool, 
And got laughed at well, poor fellow! 

nd when mother sent to the thread-store 
near, 

The little ones, Kate and Willie, 

For a skein of sky-blue scarlet silk, 

They came back looking quite silly. 

Our jokes were only innocent fum; 

And now let me give you a rule: 

Don’t ever be vulgar or rude or unkind 
In playing at April Fool. 

— The Nursery. 



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VACATION. 


MARY L. NINDE. 


Vacation is coming, so joyous and free! 

What pleasure’s in store for you and for me, 

With the long Summer days, so free from all care, 
And the gay, merry times we so often will share? 

So to school and to school-books we bid a good-by, 
For the holiday time is fast drawing nigh; 

And now we are here on the very last day, 

Soon from care to be free, our toil to repay. 

I suppose that some think of going away, 

It may be to Europe, or some place as gay; 

Or out in the country, where sweet robins sing, 
And the laborer rests by the cool, gushing spring. 

Still others, who’ve failed to find fortune’s bright 
side, 

May during vacation in labor abide; 

But sweet is the thought when the day’s toil is 
o’er, 

That their duty is done, which gives pleasure the 
more. 

Yet it matters not much how the Summer is spent, 
For if we do right we’ll be gay and content; 

And when the bright holidays come to a close, 
We’ll begin school once more to brave‘Winter’s 
deep snows. 




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Now, good-by to you all, for the time is at hand; 
Was there ever a merrier, happier band? 
Good-by to you all for ten long, joyous weeks, 
And perhaps we’ll come back with rosier cheeks. 


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PROVERB CLASS. 


1st Pupil .—“Rome was not built in a day.” 

2 d. —“Things which cost no pains are slender gains.” 

$d .—“Where there has been little sweat there will be 
little sweet.” 

4th .—“Light come, light go.” 

5th. —“It’s a very lean hare that the hounds catch 
without running for it.” 

6th .—“A sheep that is no trouble to shear has very 
little wool.” 

yth. —“Don’t fish for whales in a wash-tub.” 

8th .—“Be sure you are right, then go ahead.” 

gth .—“A whetstone, though it cannot cut, may sharp¬ 
en a knife that will.” 

10th —“They are most apt to speak ill of others who 
do most ill themselves.” 

The ten pupils in concert: 

A vain man’s motto is “Win gold and wear it.’ 

“ “ « “ “ share “ 


A generous ‘ 
A miserly 1 
A profligate 
A banker’s 
A gambler’s 
A wise * 


‘ spare 
‘ spend 
: lend 
or lose 
and use 






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THE FLOWER GARDEN. 


MRS. GEO. M. KELLOGG. 

(AD PTED.) 

Scene: Parlor; children’s party. Four boys or more 
on one side of the room; four girls or more on the 
other They eye each other shyly and awkwardly, 
each party whispering among themselves. 

Jesse. (Starting up.)—“What’s the sense in our sit¬ 
ting here like so many statues? Come, boys, lets have 
some fun. We are not afraid of these girls. 

Susie. —“And we girls are not afraid of you boys. 
We like fun as well as the boys.’’ 

Sam. —“As well as you like the boys, eh?” 

Susie. —“We like it a great deal better. I meant to 
say that we, as well as the boys, like fun. Does that 
suit you, Mr. Lindley Murray?” 

Sam .—“That is more as our teacher would like to 
have you say it. But come, Jesse, bring on your fun; 
we are all spoiling for a frolic. What is it to be?” 

Jesse. —“Well, that’s the question before this intelli¬ 
gent meeting. We’d like to have a suggestion from our 
hostess.” 

(Cries of “Jennie! Jennie!”) 

Jen?iie. (Rises.)—“I am overwhelmed by this call, 
but I suggest a game.” 

Tom .—“Good—except the overwhelming. What 
shall the game be—‘Roll the Platter?’” 

Girls. —“No; no kissing games!” 

Jennie. —“We played a nice game at Kitty Fairchild’s 
party last Friday. It’s called the ‘Flower Garden.’” 

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Tom .—“Tell us about the game, Jennie.’’ 

Jennie ,—“Well, in the first place, you must all keep 
perfectly silent during the game. You mustn’t speak 
to each other even in a whisper. I’ll go around the 
room and give you each a name—the name of a 
flower.” 

Sam .—“Oh, name me a violet.” 

John. (Drawlingly.)—“Name him sunflower.” 

Jennie .—“Now, seriously, we must have silence, or 
we can’t have the game.” 

(All straighten up, shut lips, and look very rigid. Jen¬ 
nie passes around the room, whispering to each.) 

Jennie .—“Now, stand firm and form a circle.” (They 
form circle.) “Now, I’ll throw this handkerchief into 
the circle, and I’ll call the flower-name of one of you, 
and the one whose name is called must jump and pick 
up the handkerchief before I count four, or he will have 
a forfeit to pay. Now, attention!” (She throws the 
handkerchief into the ring and calls:) “Pink! one, two, 
three, four!” 

(All rush for the handkerchief. There is confusion 
and general laughing.) 

Jesse. —“She named me pink.” 

Mary .—“And pink was my name.” 

John. (Drawlingly.)—“And she called me pink.” 

Sam. —“And I’m a pink.” 

All . (Laughing.)—“She named us all pink.” 

Sam. —“We’ll have our revenge on the ‘garden.’ 
We’ll make a raid on it and have some cherries.” 

(Music, march. Children march off stage.) 


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NATURE’S PROMISE. 

T. G. L. 

Thro’ winter’s dearth upon the earth, 

With biting winds and robeless trees, 
Know that glad spring hath blossoming, 
With songs of brooklets, birds, and bees. 

THE TALE OF A TOAD. 


JAMES CLARENCE HARVEY. 

A toad sat close to a pan of meal, 

In a chicken-yard one day, 

And snapped at the flies that came to steal, 

But they quickly flew away. 

He chuckled a chuckle and winked his eye, 
And said, with a comical grin, 

“I have an idea by which a fly 
Can be easily taken in.” 

Then he hopped right into the pan of meal, 
And a right good roll rolled he; 

I think that he almost tried to squeal, 

In the fulness of his glee. 

In his new disguise, he closed his eyes, 

Till the flies came down to steal, 

And each one had a complete surprise, 

While he had a hearty meal. 

— Youth's Co77i1)anion. 





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IT REALLY IS SO. 

Have you heard that the lobsters have names, 

And names very easy to tell? 

For its own each one carries, not marked on a card, 
But printed quite plain on its shell. 

I’ll confess I myself never knew 
This fact till a short time ago, 

When a lobster I saw on a fisherman’s stand, 

And its name, I assure you, was Joe. 

Oh, young people, it really was so; 

As sure as the rivulets flow, 

As sure as the roses in summer-time grow,. 

The name of that lobster was Joe. 

And if this queer truth for yourselves 
You ever are anxious to learn, 

Why, the very first chance that you get, on its back— 
Mind its nippers!—a big lobster turn; 

And close by its shortest brown legs, 

In letters of darkest brown ink, 

Its name you will find—maybe Tommy, or Jack, 

Or Sallie, or Molly, or Pink. 

Oh, young people, it really is so; 

As sure as the winter brings snow, 

As sure as a lobster I happened to know, 

And the name of that lobster was Joe. 

— Harper*s Young People. 



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THE HAND-ORGAN MAN’S LITTLE GIRL. 

From nine in the morning till six at night— 

A weary march for the strongest feet— 

She trudges along, a pitiful sight, 

To be seen-every day in the city street. 

She is tired, and hungry, and cold and wet; 

She trembles with wretchedness where she stands; 
But she knows if she falters a moment, she’ll get 
A cruel, hard blow from the cruel hands. 

Her tambourine feels as heavy as lead; 

She wearily shifts it from side to side; 

Her poor little knuckles are bruised and red; 

Her pale, sunken eyes show how much she has cried. 

But she must keep step to the gayest tunes, 

With merry, quick flings of her tambourine; 

And watch for the crowds, in the late afternoons. 
How soon they forget the sad face they have seen! 

Oh, how do you think she feels when she sees, 

In the pleasant parks on a sunny day, 

The rows of nurses, all taking their ease, 

With children who’ve nothing to do but play? 

“Who have nothing to do but play!” —The thought! 

She can not imagine it, if she tries; 

Nor how such wonderful playthings are bought, 

The dolls that can walk and open their eyes! 

“Who have nothing to do but play!” It seems 
To her that such children in Heaven live. 

Not all her wildest, most beautiful dreams 
A happiness greater than that could give, 



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O children, who’ve nothing to do but play, 

And are always happy, do not forget 
The poor little children who work all day, 

And are tired and hungry and cold and wet! 

— St. Nicholas . 

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ADVICE TO A YOUNG MAN. 

ROBT. J. BURDETTE. 

Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you 
handle a pick, or a pen, a wheelbarrow or a set of books, 
digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an auction 
bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you 
look around you, you will see that the men who are the 
most able to live the rest of their days without work are 
men who worked the hardest. Don’t be afraid of kill¬ 
ing yourself with work, son. It is beyond your power 
to do that. Men cannot work so hard as that on the sun¬ 
ny side of thirty. They die sometimes, but it is because 
they quit work at 6 p. m., and don’t get home until 2 a. 
m. It is the interval that kills. The work gives you an 
appetite for your meals; it lends solidity to your slum¬ 
bers; it gives you an appreciation of a holiday. There 
are young men who do not work, my son; but the world 
is not proud of them. The great busy world does not 
even know that they are there. So find out what you 
want to be and do, and take off your coat and make a 
dust in the world. The busier you are, the less deviltry 
you will be apt to get into, the sweeter will be your 
sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the 
better satisfied will the world be with you. 

— Hawkeye, 




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IF I WERE A SUNBEAM. 

LUCY LARCOM. 

(Dialogue for a little girl and a young lady.) 

“If I were a sunbeam, 

I know what I’d do; 

I would seek white lilies 

Rainy woodlands through. 

I would steal among them, 

Softest light I’d shed, 

Until every lily 

Raised its drooping head.” 

“If I were a sunbeam, 

I know where I’d go; 

Into lowliest hovels, 

Dark with want and woe: 

Till sad hearts looked upward, 

I would shine and shine; 

Then they’d think of heaven, 

Their sweet home and mine.” 

Art thou not a sunbeam, 

Child, whose life is glad 

With an inner radiance 
Sunshine never had? 

O, as God hath blessed thee 
Scatter rays divine! 

For there is no sunbeam 
But must die or shine. 




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“GOOD-BY, WINTER.” 

M. D. BRINE. 

Good-by old Winter, good-by once more: 

At twelve to-night will your reign be o’er. 

We’re tired of you and your sleet and snow, 

We’re tired of hearing your chill winds blow; 

We long for breezes that fill the air 

With the scent of the Spring-time flowers fair; 

We long for meadows where daisies white 
Lift up their heads in the warm sunlight, 

And where the grasses are nodding all day, 

With the Spring-time breezes forever at play. 

Good-by, old Winter. We’re sorry for you, 

But we’re glad your season is nearly through. 

You brought us plenty of fun, we know, 

For sleighing and snow-balling come with snow; 
But O for a breath of the Spring-time sweet, 

When the earth and the sky in beauty meet! 

And O for the trees where the birds all day 
Are singing the golden hours away! 

Good-by old Winter: the Spring is near, 

And vou may sleep for another year. 

— Harper's Young People . 

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KING CHRISTMAS. 

He is come! he is come! a monarch he, 

By his broad bright reign over land and sea; 

A king with more than a kingly sway, 

For he wields a scepter that hearts obey; 

He comes to us with a song and shout, 

Apd a tinkle of laughter round about. 





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And a rhyme of bells 
That sways and swells 
Cheerily under the faint, brief blue, 

That crowding at nightfall, the stars look tnrough, 

He comes in joy to our household ring; 

Meet him, and greet him, and crown him king. 

To lowly cottage and lordly hall 
He comes with a blessing for each and all; 

He holds his court by the blazing hearth, 

For he loves the music of household mirth. 

The boys all hail him with shout and glee, 

For a rare boy-loving old king is he; 

They deck their homes, 

And watch as he comes 
Down the dark of the winter night; 

They weave him a garland of holly bright; 

For he comes with gifts to their joyous ring: 

Then meet him, and greet him, and crown him king. 

He mends the links in Love’s broken chain, 

And aching hearts forget their pain; 

He brings us back, ’mid smiles and tears, 

Our dear ones, over the gulf of years: 

He sings to us echoes, sweet and low, 

Of the song that was sung so long ago, 

To the shepherds of old, 

As they watched the fold, 

Of “peace on earth” and to men “good will,” 

And softly the same sweet story still, 

King Christmas tells in our social ring; 

Then meet him, and greet him, and crown him king. 

—School Journal . 


FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


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A LITTLE BOY’S SPEECH. 

(A little boy seated, studying a card.) 

Five and seven and two and four 
And five and one are twenty-four: 

Two and seven and one and nine 
And six and four are twenty-nine. 

Six and seven and eight and two— 

Oh, dear!-1 don’t know what to do. 

I think it’s awful, awful hard 
To study this addition card. 

I guess I’d better try again: 

There’s four and five and six and ten— 

(Speaking slowly.) 

Hold on! There’s four and five and six. 

Oh, dear! they’ve all got in a mix. 

I’m sure it makes me awful sick 
To study this arithmetic; 

I guess I’ll lay my card away, 

And think it out some other day. 

I’m sure I cannot learn to add— 

The figures mix so very bad; 

I have no talent in that line— 

To ’rithmetic I don’t incline. 

I’d rather stand and speak a speech, 

Or take a text and preach. 

I am too young to study hard, 

And bother o’ef this figure card. 




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(Rises and speaks.) 

But men and girls and little boys, 

Just hear me speak and make a noise; 

I know I’m very small in size, 

But think in time I’ll surely rise. 

I’ll speak to all the people round, 

And make the mountains all resound; 

My eloquence shall burst and flow— 

I’ll be another Cicero. 

Before the people I will stand, 

And be a speaker great and grand; 

I’ll make a bow and stand up straight— 

This world I will illuminate. 

I’ll run for sheriff, too, I guess, 

And onward, upward, I will press; 

To Washington I may be sent, 

And, maybe, I’ll be president. 

Large trees from little acorns grow, 

Smart men from speaking boys do grow. 

And now, my friends, I’ve said my say, 

And so I’ll bow and go away. 

(Bows and retires.) 










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THE TALE OF A VERY BAD BOY. 

Oh! this is the tale of a very bad boy: 

He had done all he could other folks to annoy; 

Then what’ do you think there was found to employ 
The very bad wits of this very bad boy? 

On the night before Christmas, St. Nick to decoy, 
Two stockings were hung by the very bad boy, 

Who said to himself, “Of the sweet Christmas joy 
To double my share, a trick I’ll employ: 

I’ll watch for St. Nick—and the fun I’ll enjoy— 

I’ll give him these stockings his time to employ; 

And while he’s at work,” said the very bad boy, 

“I’ll hook from his pack just the handsomest toy.” 

But somehow the fun had a bit of alloy: 

St. Nick got a peep at the very bad boy; 

He whipped up his steeds, and he cried out, “Ahoy! 
You’ll get, my young lad, neither candy nor toy.” 

Then away went St. Nick, and he chuckled with joy, 
And he left not a thing for the very bad boy. 

— Harper's Young People, 

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OUR DAILY RECKONING. 

If you set down at set of sun 

And count the acts that you have done, 

And, counting, find 
One self-denying act, one word, 

That eased the heart of him that heard, 

One glance most kind, 

That fell like sunshine where it went, 

Then you may count that day well spent. 





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But, if through all the livelong day 
You’ve cheered no heart by yea or nay: 

If through it all 

You’ve nothing done that you can trace, 

That brought the sunshine to one face: 

No act most small, 

That helped some soul, and nothing cost, 

Then count that day as worse than lost! 

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WHAT THEY SAY. 

SUSAN HARTLEY. 

What does the brook say, flashing its feet 
Under the lilies’ blue, brimming bowls, 

Brightening the shades with its tender song, 

Cheering all drooping and sorrowful souls? 

It says not, “Be merry!” but, deep in the wood, 

Rings back, “Little maiden, be good, be good!” 

What does the wind say, pushing slow sails 
Over the great troubled path of the sea; 

Whirling the mill on the breezy height, 

Shaking the fruit from the orchard tree? 

It breathes not, “Be happy!” but sings, loud and long, 
“O bright little maiden, be strong, be strong!” 

What^do the stars say, keeping their watch 
Over our slumber, the long, lone night; 

Never closing their bonnie bright eyes, 

Though great storms blind them,and tempests fright? 
They say not, “Be splendid!” but write on the blue, 

In clear silver letters, “Maiden, be true!” 

— St. Nicholas . , 





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THERE’S DANGER. 

Write it on the liquor-store, 

Write it on the prison door, 

Write it on the gin-shop fine, 

Write—aye, write this truthful line: 
“Where there’s drink, there’s danger.” 

Write it on the work-house gate, 
Write it on the school-boy’s slate r 
Write it in the copy-book 
That the young may on it look: 
“Where there’s drink, there’s danger.” 

Write it on the church-yard mound, 
Where the drink-slain dead are found, 
Write it on the gallows high, 

Write it for all passers-by: 

“Where there’s drink, there’s danger.” 

Write it underneath your feet, 

Up and down the busy street; 

Write it for the gfeat and small, 

In the mansion, cot and hall: 

“Where there’s drink, there’s danger.” 

Write it on the ships which sail, 

Borne along by storm and gale; 
Write it in large letters plain, 

O’er our land and past the main: 
“Where there’s drink, there’s danger.” 


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THE DRAGON. 

• 

In olden times when a flood or an earthquake, or any 
other great disaster came destroying human life and prop¬ 
erty, it was thought to be the work of a great dragon. 
Many stories are told about heroes who went out and 
killed those dragons, and thus saved the lives of their 
countrymen; in fact, great books have been written about 
such men. Now, there is a dragon in the world to-dav 
that is destroying thousands of human lives and millions 
of dollars worth of property every year. He seizes 
bright, handsome boys and changes them into the sal¬ 
low, shrunken loafers that lounge about the streets and 
saloons with their mouths full of tobacco juice and vile 
oaths. He changes the prosperous young man into the 
ragged,'filthy drunkard, the kind husband and fatherinto 
the brute who beats his wife and children to death. He 
takes away from men their hard-earned money, and leaves 
their wives and children to starve. He causes them to 
commit all manner of crimes. There is no end to the 
terrible deeds of this Dragon. All over the world peo¬ 
ple are praying to be delivered from him. The man 
who could succeed in killing him would receive the grat¬ 
itude of the whole world. Quite an army of people 
have enlisted to fight this Dragon, but have not the best 
of him yet; there are not enough of them to kill him yet. 
Who will enlist to fight this Dragon? It is the Dragon 
of Strong Drink. I will for one. 


—School Journal. 



56 FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 

BLOW! MARCH, BLOW! 

We can make no mistake, though you bluster and blow, 
For we’ve been to the spots where the violets grow; 

And the tiny green leaves are just showing their heads, 
Where the sunbeams have played on their soft mossy 
beds; 

And the catkins are out in their velvety gowns: 

The brave little darlings care not for your frowns. 

Blow away! blow away! you only blow gold; 

And while you are waiting to storm and to scold, 

The daffodils gather and deck themselves fine, 

For they know when you come it is surely a sign ’ 

That the winter is gone, and the bluebird is near. 

Blow away! blow away! ’tis a sound full of cheer. 

And so we forgive you your boisterous ways, 

Because you bring news of the sweet summer days. 

— Our Little Ones, 

“BOYS.” 

Sturdy little farmer boy, tell me how you know 
When ’tis time to plow the fields, and to reap and mow. 
Do the hens “with yellow legs” 

Scold you when you hunt for eggs? 

Do you drive the ducks to drink, waddling in a row? 

Do the pigs in concert squeal 
When you bring their evening meal? 

Tell me, little farmer boy, for I’d like to know. 




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Nimble little sailor boy, tell me how you know 
How to navigate your ship when the tempests blow. 
Do you find it pretty hard 
Clinging to the topsail yard? 

Don't you fear some stormy day overboard you’ll go? 
Do they let you take a light 
When you go aloft at night? 

Tell me, little sailor boy, for I’d like to know. 

Little boys of every kind, tell me how you know 
That ’tis time ere school begins rather ill to grow. 
Does the pain increase so fast 
That ’tis terrible at last? 

Don’t you quickly convalesce when too late to go? 

Do you think I am a dunce? 

Wasn’t I a school-boy once? 

Tell me, all you little boys, for I’d like to know. 

— St. Nicholas. 


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THE BABY MARINER. 

EMER BIRDSEY. 

Between two meadows wide and green 
A sparkling river rolled, 

And the great sun in its bosom seen 
Looked like a ball of gold. 

It wandered on ’mong hills and dells, 
Through plains and forests dim; 

It sang all day, till evening bells 
Tolled low their vesper hymn. 




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It sang all night, till morning gleams 
Shone on its waters deep; 

Its busy wavelets had no dreams, 

For they never went to sleep. 

One morn a tiny bark set sail, 

Like a shell from ocean’s shore, 

And a baby’s form, so soft and frail, 

Was all the freight it bore. 

A mother watched it long and well, 

Till, floating out of sight, 

It seemed to sink in the long, deep swell 
Where the waves grow dim at night. 

The bark sailed on thro’ many years, 

In darkness and in light; 

Sometimes the mariner wept sad tears, 
Sometimes his hopes were bnght. 

And thus life’s river bears us on, 

Like shells we float away; 

We sometimes laugh, and sometimes moan, 
But never stop nor stay; 

And some day, going out of sight, 

Beyond all earthly eyes, 

If life has left us pure and white, 

We’ll anchor in Paradise. 



— Golden Hours. 


FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 

THE TRADESPEOPLE. 

JULIUS STURM. 

The swallow is a mason; 

And underneath the eaves 
He builds a nest, and plasters it 
With mud and hay and leaves. 

The woodpecker is hard at work: 

A carpenter is he; 

And you may find him hammering 
His house high up a tree. 

The bullfinch knows and practices 
The basketmaker’s trade: 

See what a cradle for his young 
The little thing has made! 

Of all the weavers that I know, 

The chaffinch is the best: 

High on the apple-tree he weaves 
A cosey little nest. 

The goldfinch is a fuller: 

A skillful workman he! 

Of wool and threads he makes a nest 
That you would like to see. 

The cuckoo laughs to see them work: 

• “Not so,” he says, “we do: 

My wife and I take others’ nests, 

And live at ease—cuckoo!” 

— The Nursery. 


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WORK YOUR OWN WAY. 

BURDETTE. 

Be somebody on your own account, my son, and 
don’t try to get along on the reputation of your ances¬ 
tors. Nobody knows and nobody cares who Adam’s 
grandfather was, and there is not a man living who can 
tell the name of Brigham Young’s mother-in-law. Keep 
up with the every-day procession, and do not pull back 
in the harness. Hard work never was known to kill 
men; it was the fun that men had in the intervals that 
killed them. The fact is, most people have yet to learn 
what fun really is. A man may go to Europe and spend 
a thousand dollars, and then recall the fact that he had a 
great deal more fun at a pic-nic twenty years ago that 
cost him just sixty-five cents. The theory that the world 
owes every man a living is false. The world owes a 
man nothing. There is a living in the world for every 
man, however, providing the man is willing to work for 
it. If he does not work for it, somebody else will earn # 
it. There are greater opportunities for workers out 
West than in the Eastern cities, but men who go out 
West to grow up with the country must do their own 
growing. There is no browsing allowed in the vigorous 
West. An energetic man may go out into the far West, 
and in two or three years possess himself of a bigger 
house, a bigger yard, a bigger barn, and a bigger mort¬ 
gage than he could obtain by ten years’ work in the 
East. All young men ought to marry, and no young 
men ought to envy old men or rich men. A m^n should 
do well whatever he is given to do, and not despise 
drudgery. The world wants good shoveleis, teamsters, 
and laborers, but it does not want poor lawyers, poor 
preachers, or poor editors. 



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MOTHER’S LOVE. 
ELLEN E. TURQIJAND. 


The eider-duck, in loving care, 
Unheeding, lays her bosom bare 
To weave her skillful nest 
Of moss and twigs close intertwined, 

With softest down that home is lined, 
Plucked from her gentle breast. 

Within this safe and warm retreat, 

The chirpings of her fledglings greet 
The parent’s ’raptured ear; 

She cares for neither cold nor rain, 

Sighs not for weariness or pain, 

So they have naught to fear. 

I heard a tale, long, long ago, 

Of one who toiled through frost and snow, 
Bearing her tender child. 

She sank at length, benumbed with cold, 
And, drawing close each scanty fold, 

Wept as her infant smiled. 

No house was near, no friend at hand, 

She wandered through an unknown land, 
Toward home her footsteps pressed; 

But Wint’ry winds swept keenly by, 

And soon her infant’s wailing cry 
The mother’s heart oppressed. 



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They found her by the morning light, 

Her soul to Heaven had winged its flight; 

But clasped within her arm, 

Wrapped close as when she passed away, 

The little infant smiling lay, 

And slept secure from harm. 

Ye little ones, subdued and pale, 

Who listen to this truthful tale, 

Thank God, who reigns above, 

If he has granted you to know 
The chiefest boon he gives below— 

A mother’s tender love. 

— Golden Hours . 


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THE LITTLE KNIGHT. 

The knight of olden time, they say, 
Went bravely out to battle, 

And stood serene amid the strife 
The din and roar and rattle, 

Because he carried on his arm 
A ribbon or a glove, 

And fought and won, or fought and fell, 
All for his lady-love. 




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We boys may be like knights, they say, 
Although our lives are quiet, 

And though we may not ride to war, 
With martial clank and riot, 

Yet we may still be brave and true, 

And fight against the wrong, 

And, like the gallant knights of old, 
Help other lives along. 

So, Cousin Alice, you, I see, 

Wear ribbons with your dresses; 
Please, will you spare one pretty bow 
From off your braided tresses, 

Just to remind me, day by day, 

I must be good and true, 

A valiant knight to serve the right, 
Because—I’m fond of you? 

Then, Cousin Alice, let me wear 
Your pretty colors gayly, 

And they shall make me kind and true, 
And brave and gentle, daily; 

For, like the knights of olden time, 

I promise, “honor bright,” 

If you’re my little Valentine, 

To be your faithful Knight. 




■St. Nicholas . 




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THE SUMMER SHOWER. 

A. D. W 

A tinkling as of tiny bells, 

A tap upon the pane; 

And hark, the pleasant news it tells,— 

To parching hills and thirsty dells 
Has come the blessed rain,— 

The blessed summer rain! 

Meadows, renew your robes once more; 

Drink deep, ye fields of grain; 

Hold your cups, each tiny flower, 

Receive the grateful, cooling shower, 

The blessed, blessed rain, 

The blessed summer rain! 

Ye brooks, that gurgle faint and hoarse, 

Ring out a merrier strain; 

And scatter freshness in your course, 

In grateful memory of your source, 

The blessed, blessed rain,— 

The blessed summer rain! —The Nursery. 

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ONE DROP AT A TIME. 

Have you ever watched an icicle as it formed? You 
noticed how it froze, one drop at a time, until it was a 
foot long or more. If the water was clear the icicle 
remained clear, and sparkled brightly in the sun; but if 
the water was but slightly muddy the icicle looked foul, 
and its beauty spoiled. Just so our characters are form¬ 
ing; one little thought or feeling at a time adds its influ¬ 
ence. If each thought be pure and right, the soul will 
be lovely and sparkle with happiness; but if impure and 
wrong there will be final deformity and wretchedness. 




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SO FUNNY. 


I’ve heard something, children—I can’t think ’tis true. 

It does make me laugh so! oh, what shall I do? 

. For I want to begin it 
And tell it this minute, 

This funny old story of Hohumgoloo, 

The far, unknown country of Hohumgoloo. 

In Hohumgo—ha, ha, ha, ha! Do just wait 

Till I can stop laughing. There! now I will state 
Some curious ways 
Of their washing days; 

Pray who would not laugh such a tale to relate? 

Such a comical washing-day tale to relate, 

Yes, such a tale to relate ? 

Now! In Hohumgoloo there’s no separate scrub 

Of a child and its garments, but into the tub 
Go the children all drest, 

For this is thought best, 

As a saving of time and a saving of rub; 

One washing for both is a saving of rub, 

Yes, a saving of rub. 

And then—now remember the story’s not mine— 

And then —ha, ha, ha! when the weather is fine, 
They’re wrung out of the suds, 

Each child in its duds, 

And hung up to dry out of doors on the line! 

Two clothes-pins to each, out of doors, on the line! 
Yes, out of door§ on the line. 



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Oh, I knew you would laugh when I’d told you the 
whole, 

To think of them stringing from pole to pole; 

Ha, ha, ha! He, he, he! 

You’re all laughing with me, 

I knew you would do so,the thing is so droll! 

We will giggle together, the thing is so droll, 

Yes, the thing is so droll. 

— Wide Awake . 

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THE NEW YEAR. 

LUELLA CLARK. 

O, New Year, New Year, so glad and so free, 

What have you brought in your arms for me? 

Here I stand waiting to bid you good-speed; 

Say, what have you brought me of all that I need ? 

What have you for gifts and what for grace? 

Noble your bearing and kind is your face; 

How fair you look, while we welcome you so, 

With your crown of stars and your raiment of snow! 

What have you to say to me, bright New Year? 
Whisper it now in my listening ear; 

Whisper it low, for 1 fain would know 

What sweet story is sealed by your lips of snow. 

While we stand hailing you, fair New Year, 

Change our good wishes to blessings here; 

Change them for me into roses, I pray, 

Into violets of April and daisies of May. 




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Change them for all into harvests of peace, 

Into hope’s fruition and joy’s increase; 

Deal with us tenderly, crown us with cheer— 

Bless us, bless only, O, gracious New Year! 

— Golden HourSo 


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THE BUMBLE-BEE. 
AUSTIN Q. HAGERMAN. 


With jetty head, and golden vest, 

And gauzy, glossy, rich-brown wings, 

A sturdy toiler gaily drest, 

The bumble-bee both works and sings; 
Through long hours sunny 
He gathers honey, 

And home to the nest the sweets he brings. 

An honest, faithful worker, he 
His mellow song of labor hums, 

And into each flower eagerly 

He dips, and gleans where’er he comes. 

No time to stay, 

He sips, then away 
To other blooms, or sweeter ones. 

From dandelions ’mid meadow grasses 
To jasmine on the cottage wall, 

No lowly flower with scorn he passes, 

No proud one can escape a call; 

Like the tax assessor, 

Neither great nor lesser 
He favors, for he visits all, 





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To this kingly bee all tlowers yield 
Their riches his demands to sate, 

Sweet clover blooming in the field, 

And hollyhocks by garden gate, 

Each give some spoil 
To his bold toil 

While their fair heads bow to his royal state. 

Let us, too, labor day by day, 

And, like the bee with humming wing, 

Find joy in work as well as play, 

For from true labor joy will spring; 

Do well our part 
With cheerful heart, 

And glean some good from every thing. 

— Golden Hours . 


CHERRY BLOSSOM. 


S. M. DAY. 


Little Cherry Blossom 
Lived up in a tree, 

And a very happy 
Little thing was she. 

Clad all through the winter 
In a dress of brown, 

Warm she was, though living 
In a northern town. 





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But one sunny morning, 

Thinking it was May, 

“I’ll not wear,” said Blossom, 

“This old dress to-day.” 

Mr. Breeze, this hearing, 

Very kindly said, 

“Do be careful, Blossom: 

Winter has not fled.” 

Blossom would not listen; 

For the sky was bright, 

And she wished to glisten 
In her robe of white. 

So she let the brown one 
Drop and blow away, 

Leaving her the white one, 

All so fine and gay! 

By and by the sunshine 
Faded from her view: 

How poor Blossom shivered 
As it colder grew! 

* * * * 

Ah! poor Cherry Blossom! 

She, in foolish pride, 

Changed her wonted clothing, 

Took a cold, and died. 

All ye little blossoms, 

Hear me, and take care: 

Go not clad too thinly, 

And of pride beware. 

— The Nursery . 


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A SWARM OF B’S. 

B hopeful, B cheerful, B happy, B kind, 

B busy of body, B modest of mind; 

B earnest, B truthful, B firm, and B fair, 

Of all misbehavior B sure to beware; 

B think ere you stumble for what may befall; 
B truthful to self and B faithful to all; 

B brave, and beware of the sins that beset, 

B sure that no sin shall another beget; 

B watchful, B ready, B open, B frank, 

B manly to all men, whate’er B their rank. 

B just and B generous, B honest, B wise, 

B mindful of time and B certain it flies. 

B prudent, B liberal, of order B fond, 

Buy less than you need before buying beyond. 

B temperate, B steadfast, to anger B slow. 

B careful, yet B the first to bestow; 

B thoughtful, B thankful, what’er may betide, 
B trustful, B joyful, B cleanly beside. 

B pleasant, B patient, B fervent to all, 

B best if you can, but B humble withal; 

B prompt and B dutiful and still B polite; 

B reverent, B quiet, B sure, and B right; 

B calm, B retiring, B ne’er led astray; 

B grateful, B cautious of those who betray; 

B tender, B loving, B good and benign; 

B loved thou shalt B and all else B thine. 



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A SMALL BOY’S CONCLUSION. 

If I had a coach and horses eight, 

I would choose to ride on the farmyard gate; 
The big red gate with its five strong bars, 
The tippiest-top most up to the stars! 

It swings so slowly against the grass 
When into the meadow the cattle pass, 

I hold on tight, though I’m not afraid, 

When Jerry, the cleverest fellow made, 
Tugs it slowly back with “Come! 

This is the way they go to Rome!” 


Yet had I a coach and horses eight, 

I’d be too grand for a farmyard gate! 

I should wear new jackets the whole year round, 

And never go barefoot. Why, I’ll be bound 

The President hasn’t much better fun 

Than a boy when his mother says, “You may run!” 

I sit astride of the farmyard gate 

And make believe I am something great; 

That I own the woodlot, the river, the mill, 

The house Squire Elder built on the hill; 

That pair of ponies Miss Elder tries, 

And all the taffy Elias buys; 

Or I’ve just come back from an Indian war 
(That’s why the flag’s on the schoolhouse for,) 

It’s going to be Fourth of July a week! 

The rusty old cannon will have to speak. 


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If I had a coach and horses eight, 

I’d like to drive it through such a gate; 

Stupid old fellows might sit inside, 

The coachman has the best of the ride. 

O the way I’d manage the coach and whip— 
“Steady there! even!” and not a slip. 

Wouldn’t Harry and Walter stare? 

Captain Buncombe would twitch his hair, 

“He takes the road as I took the sea; 

Reely, the younster is beating me!” 

“Whew! got a tumble? You’re rather small 
To balance yourself? or the gate’s too tall? 
Which is it, sonny?” He rubs his head; 

Grass isn’t quite as soft as a bed: 

“S’posed I was crying? Now Jerry Lane, 

Wait till you hear a fellow complain! 

I was thinking”—well, thoughts get jumbled so- 
“If I had a coach and horses, you know, 

Always harnessed to take a ride, 

I wouldn’t mind sitting sometimes inside!” 

— Wide A wa 

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ONE DAY THE LETTERS WENT TO SCHOOL. 

One day the letters went to school, 

And tried to learn each other; 

They got so mixed ’twas really hard 
To pick out one from t’other. 

A went in first and Z went last, 

The rest were all between them; 

K, L, and M, and N, O, P— 

I wish you could have seen them. 




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B, C\ D, E, and I, K, L, 

Soon jostled well their betters; 

Q, R, S, T, I grieve to say, 

Were very naughty letters. 

Of course ere long they came to words, 
What else could be expected? 

Till E made D, J, C, and T, 

Decidedly dejected. 

Now, thro’ it all, the consonants 
Were rudest and uncouthest; 

While all the pretty vowel girls 
Were certainly the smoothest. 

And simple U kept far from Q, 

With face demure and moral, 

“Because,” she said, “we are, we two, 

So apt to start a quarrel.” 

But spiteful P said “Pooh for U!” 

(Which made her feel quite bitter), 

And calling O, L, E to help, 

He really tried to hit her. 

Cried A, “Now E and C, come here! 

If both will aid a minute, 

Good P will join in making peace, 

Or else the mischief’s in it.” 

And smiling E, the ready sprite, 

Said “Yes, and count me double.” 

This done, sweet peace shone o’er the scene, 
And gone was all the trouble! 

Meanwhile, when U and P made up, 

The consonants looked about them, 

And kissed the vowels, for, you see, 

They couldn’t do without them. 


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THE CHILDREN OF THE YEAR. 

(Young lady at one side of the stage reads. January enters, dressed 
in long cloak, trimmed with fur; fur cap—with military appearance.) 

January! tall and bold, 

Stern of feature, distant, cold, 

Is the eldest of my band— 

Shake him warmly by the hand. 

For his heart is good and true; 

He is planning something new, 

Always, for his home and friends, 

Cold and distant though he be, 

He is very dear to me. 

(February, as a small boy, with skates over his shoulders, and draw¬ 
ing a sled.) 

February next in years, 

As a little boy appears; 

He’s so very short and small; 

But he’s sturdy after all. 

He can skate and coast and slide, 

And his sisters in their pride 
Greet him warmly, for they know 
He must brave the winter’s snow. 

(March comes in roughly, sliding on stage, dressed in flowing scarf, 
mittens, cap, etc., boisterous.) 

Slipping, sliding into view, 

Here comes March! How do you do? 

He’s a noisy boy as ever 
Breathed the breath of life, for never 
Is he still unless he’s sleeping. 

“Stormy March,” is oft his greeting, 

Yet he’s kind as he can be, 

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(April—slender girl—blue eyes, light hair, flowing—dressed in pale 
green.) 

Next comes April, fretful child, 

Sweet at times, then cross and wild; 

Cries a great deal, then she’s sunny. 

All her brothers call her “Funny.” 

But she has a loving face, 

And her form is full of grace; 

Bright blue eyes and sunny,hair 

Fall to pretty April’s share. 

(May—young girl—smiling—pretty—dressed in simple white dress- 
trimmed with long grass—cut from tissue paper. Buttercups and 
daisies in her hands.) 

Here comes lovely, laughing May. 

What can she have done to-day ? 

Roaming o’er the meadows sweet, 

With the daisies at her feet, 

And the buttercups so gay, 

Smiling at her all the way. 

Little May’s a favored child, 

Gentle, loving, meek and mild. 

(June—elaborately dressed' in trailing white—much trimmed with 
flowers and jewels. Crown and flowers on her head.) 

June is queen among them all; 

Roses blossom at her call; 

All her paths are strown with flowers, 

Through the long, bright, sunny hours. 

Lovely June, with gentle hand, 

Scatters blessings o’er the land; 

Paints the roses, white and red, 

While the pansies in their bed 

Open wide their sleepy eyes. 

June has such a happy way, 

That the neighbors always say, 

“Come again another day.” 


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(July appears as a young man, in working dress, collar open—broad 
straw hat—scythe on shoulder—walks as though fatigued—dusty shoes, 
etc.) 

Panting with the noontide heat, 

Thirsty, tired, with weary feet, 

Comes July, my brave July. 

Rising early as the dawn, 

While the dew is on the lawn, 

OIF he goes with whistle gay, 

To the meadows far away, 

Where the grass and clover bloom, 

Yielding up their sweet perfume. 

(August as tall young man—all dressed for travel—large umbrella- 
satchel, etc.) 

August says: “The ripened grain 
Is all garnered from the rain, 

Let us go and have a play, 

By the sea-side, far away, 

Where there is no work to fear, 

We will rest, and dream, and hear 
What the voices of the sea 
Have to say to you and me ?” 

(September comes in quickly, sheaf of grain or grass on shoulder- 
fruit in shallow basket, or hanging from his shoulders. Loose, light 
garments—white turban—Syrian appearance.) 

September appears with a bounding rush, 

That seems to say: 

“I can put your merriest one to the blush 
At work or play!” 

He gathers his apples and binds his sheaves, 

While the days whirl by like the whirling leaves; 

Say who could be 
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(October dressed in white, trimmed with autumn leaves and grass- 
palette in hand with brushes.) 

October comes in late, you must excuse her—she has 
been up all night upon the river, and on the hill-tops, 
seeking a place where she may now begin her autumn 
painting. All through the day she’s painting pears and 
apples, but when the evening comes she sallies forth 
with brush and palette, to brighten up the fading leaves 
and grasses. 

(November—tall young lady, dressed in brown, veil hanging from 
head—very pale and sad—moves very slowly.) 

Ah! here’s November—she’s the saddest child 1 have; 
she hardly ever smiles, and makes all other people sad 
about her. Nobody loves November, and yet she has 
charms, which all my other children might be proud to 
have. 

(December in long overcoat—sprinkled freely with cotton for snow- 
muffled to protect from cold—represents winter.) 

December! last of all—he loves a frolic just as well as 
any one I know—and, like his older brothers, he can 
skate and slide. He loves the winter,—and is happiest 
in a snow-storm; he revels in the drifts, and thinks the 
cold north wind is nothing but a plaything. I love them 
all —each is my favorite child,—a fonder, happier moth¬ 
er never lived. 

(All stand in a semi-circle—curtain falls.) 

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INO AND UNO. 


JOSEPHINE POLLARD. 

Ino and Uno are two little boys 
Who always are ready to fight, 

Because each will boast 
That he knows the most, 

And the other one cannot be right. 

Ino and Uno went into the woods, 

Quite certain of knowing the way: 

“I am right! You are wrong!” 

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They said, going along. 

And they didn’t get out till next day! 

Ino and Uno rose up with the lark, 

To angle awhile in the brook, 

But by contrary signs 
They entangled their lines, 

And brought nothing home to the cook! 

Ino and Uno went out on the lake. 

And, oh, they got dreadfully wet! 

While discussion prevailed 
They carelessly sailed, 

And the boat they were in was upset! 

Though each is entitled opinions to have, 

They need not be foolishly strong; 

And to quarrel and fight 
Over what we think right, 

Is, You know , and I know, quite wrong! 

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UNCLE SKINFLINT’S CHRISTMAS GIFT. 

Christmas is very near, and everybody expects Christ¬ 
mas presents, of course. There’s my niece Eleanor say¬ 
ing to herself: “I wonder what Uncle Skinflint is going 
to give me.” That is the worst of being worth money. 
People always expect you to be giving. Well, I’ll sur¬ 
prise them this time, for I’m one of those who don’t 
give often, but do something worth while when they 
start out. Eleanor has no piano. I’ll give her one—a 
grand piano, with carved legs. That and a nice stool I 
can get for a thousand dollars, and I’ll send it home on 
Christmas night with my love—“Uncle Skinflint’s love.” 
No; that won’t do, for the poor girl really needs a cloak, 
and for three or four hundred dollars I can give her a 
real seal-skin that would last her a life-time. Yes—no— 
let me see. Seal-skin may go out of fashion; besides 
they are too warm for this climate. I will buy her a 
sewing-machine, and then she can make herself a new 
cloak every year, if she likes, and frocks and aprons, and 
all sorts of things. I’ll get one for seventy-five or eighty 
dollars; a very nice present. And yet, now I think of 
it, what a pretty watch Huff, the jeweler, showed me the 
other day. A w atch—yes, a watch for fifty dollars. I’ll 
get that. But that won’t do, for she’ll forget to wind it 
ud. What’s the use of a watch that is not wound ? Now, 
a good merino dress, what a comfort that would be! A 
nice blue, or dark-red merino. No—that wouldn’t be 
wise. Second thoughts are best. It is December. In 
four months it will be too warm for merino. But gloves ? 

now_say half a dozen assorted colors in a box. But I 

don’t know Eleanor’s number. Besides, I have heard 
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with colored borders are nice. A dozen, at twenty cents 
each, would please her. Nothing could be more useful. 
There’s an objection, though; she’s always losing her 
handkerchiefs. Whatever I give her, I want her to keep 
to remember me by when I am gone. When I was in 
the “Seven-cent Store” the other day, I saw some nice 
nutmeg graters—bronze, with a little hole to hang them 
up by, and a box for the nutmeg—only seven cents. I’m 
glad I remember it. I’ll get her one of those. It will 
encourage her to make cake and puddings. And an egg- 
beater! I’ll buy her both; and as I’m never mean, I’ll 
throw in a nutmeg. It’s the best bargain you can get 
for fifteen cents. And as she’s going to be married, 
nothing can be more appropriate. Eleanor will feel that, 
I am sure. I’ll go and buy them at once .—School Jour - 
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THIRTEEN AND DOLLY. 

MOLLIE NORTON. 

Oh Dolly, dear Dolly, I’m thirteen to-day, 

And surely ’tis time to be stopping my play! 

My treasures, so childish, must be put aside; 

I think, Henrietta, I’ll play that you died; 

I’m growing so old that of course it won’t do 
To care for a Dolly,—not even for you. 

Almost a young lady, I’ll soon wear a train 
And do up my hair; but I’ll never be vain. 

I’ll study and study and grow very wise— 

Come, Dolly, sit up now, and open your eyes; 

I’ll tie on this cap, with its ruffles of lace, 

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I’ll bring out your dresses, so pretty and gay, 

And fold them all smoothly and put them away; 
This white one is lovely, with sash and pink bows— 
Ah, I was so happy while making your clothes! 

And here is your apron, with pockets so small, 

This dear little apron, ’tis nicest of all. 

And now'for your trunk, I will lay them all in— 

Oh Dolly, dear Dolly, how can I begin! 

How oft of our journeys I’ll think with a sigh— 
We’ve traveled together so much, you and I! 

All over the fields and the garden we went, 

And played we were gypsies and lived in a tent. 

We tried keeping house in so many queer ways, 

Out under the trees in the warm summer days! 

We moved to the arbor and played that the flowers 
Were housekeepers too, and were neighbors of ours; 
We lived in the hay-loft, and slid down the ricks, 
And went out to call on the turkeys and chicks. 

* Now here is your cradle with lining of blue, 

And soft little pillow—I know what I’ll do! 

I’ll rock you and sing my last lullaby song, 

And I’ll—No, I can’t give up! ’Twill be wrong* 
vSo sad is my heart, and here comes a big tear— 

Come back to my arms, oh, you precious old dear! 

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IF I WERE A BOY: GIRL’S RECITATION. 


FANNIE E. NEWBERRY. 


If I were a boy, with a heart of gold, 

I’m sure I would never be bought and sold, 
By the demon of drink, so grim and old— 

If I were a boy! 

Tobacco into the gutter I’d throw,— 

It’s the only place where it ought to grow! 

At least I am sure I would think so, 

If I were a boy! 

For, if I’d been once made sick by the thing, 
With its noxious taste and its pungent sting, 
To the winds forever I’d fling, 

If I were a boy! 

I would try to grow strong, brave and true, 
With an arm of oak my future to hew,— 

At least I think this is what I would do, 

If I were a boy! 

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IF I WERE A GIRL: BOY’S RECITATION. 


FANNIE E. NEWBERRY. 

If I were a girl I wouldn’t take 
A gill of wine for a pound of cake; 

I’d leave that out, for temperance sake , 
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If I were a girl I’d be one that tries 
To do without brandy in Christmas pies; 

Such cooked temptation would I despise, 

If I were a girl! 

If I were a girl, and, as some folks say, 

Strong men have fallen, through weak wine whey, 
I’d throw all the wine in the house away,— 

If I were a girl! 

I would try to be strong and brave and true, 

Leaving bad old ways for the good and new, 

And not doing wrong because “good cooks do ,”— 

If I were a girl! 

I would not cry, “Drunkards, oh, for shame!” 

Till I found if I wasn’t some to blame; 

I might find two could flay at that game ,— 

If I were a girl! 

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WORK. 

There are people who despise work, who look with 
scorn upon an honest workman. The world could get 
along without such people far better than it could with¬ 
out the workman. What would the world do without 
the workman? If bakers stopped baking, the farmer 
stopped plowing, the gardener gave up gardening, the 
tailor stopped sewing, the sailor refused to go to sea, be¬ 
cause all of these things are hard work? A pretty pass 
we should come to. Somebody must work; if there 
were no workmen to do it, dandies would have to work 
or die. We were made to work, and we are well paid 




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for it, too. Abraham Lincoln was once asked how ne 
acquired his remarkable faculty of putting things togeth¬ 
er. “You are quite right,” he said, “I did acquire it, I 
worked for it. When I was a youth, nothing made me 
so mad as to have a man say a thing I couldn’t under¬ 
stand. I went to my room, shut myself in, and stayed 
till, by walking back and forth, I had picked to pieces 
what I heard, and then recast it in perfectly simple lan¬ 
guage.” The world has only a smile of ridicule for the 
dandies and their sunflowers; it bestows its highest hon¬ 
ors upon the men who have worked hard for a noble 
purpose. —School yournaL 

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A GENTLE WORD IS NEVER LOST. 

A gentle word is never lost— 

Thy fallen brothers need it; 

How easy and how small the cost! 

With peace and comfort speed it. 

Then drive the shadow from the cheek, 

A smile can well replace it; 

Our voice is music when we speak 
With gentle words to grace it. 

A gentle word is never lost, 

O! never, then, refuse one; 

It cheers the heart when sorrow tost, 

And lulls the cares that bruise one; 

It scatters sunshine o’er our way, 

And turns our thorns to roses; 

It,changes weary night to day, 

And hope and love discloses. 




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SKATERS’ SONG. 


C. ALEXANDER WILSON. 

Buckle the steel 
Firm to the heel, 

•For a merry bout and a mazy reel; 

The glassy ice 
We’ll mark in a trice 
With many a quaint and strange device. 

Our fire burns bright, 

And its ruddy light 

Glows far through the starry, wintry night; 
We’ll whirl and wheel 
On ringing steel, 

While our pulses quicken and voices peal. # 

With shout and song, 

A joyous throng, 

We’ll wake the echoes loud and long, 

Till the moon’s pale beam 
O’er the hill-top gleam, 

And warn us to rest and dream. 

For naught care we, 

F rom cares set free, 

Though chill blow the wind o’er the icy lea; 
And in sleep we shout, 

As we toss about, 

That merry, merry skaters are we! 

— St. Nicholas. 




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AN APRIL JOKE. 


M. D. BRINE. 


Master Ned on the door-step sat. 

Busily thinking away. 

“Now what shall I plan for a clever trick 
For an April-fool to play? 

There’s Tom, he’s mean as a boy can be, 

And he never can pass me by 
Without a word that is rude and cross, 

And maybe a punch on the sly. 

“Some trick I’ll find that’ll pay him off 
And teach him a lesson too.” 

So Master Ned he pondered awhile, 

Till the dimples grew and grew, 

And he laughed at last as away he ran. 

“I’ll make him sorry,” thought he, 

“For the many times he has done his best 
To tease and to trouble me.” 

On April first, with the early dawn, 

Was found at Tommy’s door 
A package tied, and “Master Tom” 

Was the only address it bore. 

“’Tis only a trick of Ned’s,” said Tom; 

But I’ll match him yet—he’d better beware- 
Before the day is done.” 

Then Tom peeped in at his package. Oh, 
What a shamefaced fellow was he! 

A handsome book, and a line which read, 
“Accept this, Tom, from me.” 




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And this was the way in which Tom was “fooled”; 

And afterward, meeting Ned, 

“Your trick has beaten all mine for gooa— 

Forgive me, old fellow,” he said. 

— Harper's Young People. 

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SOMETHING FOR CHILDREN TO DO. 

There is something on earth for children to do, 

For the child that is striving to be 

Like the One who once murmured, in accents of love 
“Let the little ones come unto me.” 

There are sweet, winning words to the weary ana sad 
By their glad, loving lips to be said; 

There are hearts that are waiting by some little hand 
Unto Jesus the Lord to be led. 

There are lessons to learn both at home and at school; 
There are battles to fight for the right; 

There’s a watch to be kept over temper and tongue, 
And God’s help to be asked day and night. 

There are smiles to be given, kind deeds to be done, 
Gentle words to be dropped by the way; 

For the child that is seeking to follow the Lord 
There is something to do every day. 





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WISHES. 

MARY N. PRESCOTT. 

I wish that the grasses would learn to sprout, 

That the lilac and rose-bush would both leave out; 
That the crocus would put on her gay green frill, 
And robins begin to whistle and trill! 

I wish that the wind-flower would grope its way 
Out of the darkness into the day; 

That the rain would fall and the sun would shine, 
And the rainbow hang in the sky for a sign. 

I wish that the silent brooks would shout, 

And the apple-blossoms begin to pout; 

And if I wish long enough, no doubt 
The fairy Spring will bring it about! 

— St. Nicholas. 


THE BOYS WE NEED. 

(Pour girls may render this quite effective. Let each one recite a para¬ 
graph—all reciting the last in concert.) 

Here’s to the boy who’s not afraid 
To do his share of work; 

Who never is by toil dismayed, 

And never tries to shirk. 

The boy whose heart is brave to meet 
The lions in the way; 

Who’s not discouraged by defeat, 

But tries another day. 


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The boy who always means to do 
The very best he can; 

Who always keeps the right in view, 

And aims to be a man. 

Such boys as these will grow to be 
The men whose hands will guide 

The future of our land; and we 

Shall speak their names with pride. 

All honor to the boy who is 
A man at heart, we say; 

Whose legend on his shield is this: 

“Right always wins the day.” 

— Golden Days. 

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SILENT INFLUENCE. 

ALBERT BARNES. 

It is the the bubbling stream that flows gently; the 
little rivulet which runs along day and night by the farm 
house that is useful,rather than the swollen flood or roar¬ 
ing cataract. Niagara excites our wonder, and we stand 
amazed at the power and greatness of God there as He 
pours it from the hollow of his hand; but one Niagara is 
enough for the continent or the world, while the same 
world requires thousands and tens of thousands of silver 
fountains and gently flowing rivulets, that water every 
farm and meadow, and every garden, and shall flow on 
every day and night with their gentle, quiet beauty. So 
with the acts of our lives. It is not by great deeds, like 
those of the martyrs, that good is to be done, but by the 
daily and quiet virtues of life, the Christian temper, the 
good qualities of relatives and friends. 




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RIVER SONG. 


E. P. 

River, winding through the pines, 
Fringed with tangled brush and vines, 
Over mosses, shells, and stones 
Rippling on in murmuring tones. 

Passing hamlets on thy way, 

Ruined mill and mansion gray, 

Wooded slopes and smiling glades, 

Isles and frowning palisades. 

Swiftly o’er thy rapids crash 
Billowy sheets of foam and flash; 
Silvery veils of spray-like hair 
Mount and vanish high in air. 

Low in summer is thy tide, 

Autumn leaves thy current hide, 

Locked in cold, in spring-time free, 
Flooding valley, grove, and lea. 

Wrecks and fragments strew thy course, 
Relics of the storm-cloud’s force, 
Floating oar, or broken mast, 

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THE QUEEN O’ MAY. 

M. M. D. 

The Queen o’ May held court one day,— 

The fields had naught to give her; 

All in their best her maids were dressed, 

And couldn’t help a shiver. 

“Now, never sneeze, but warm your knees, 

And look for daisies growing; 

You’ll find the air quite soft and fair, 

Unless it fall a-snowing.” 

“Quite soft!” they said, each loyal maid 
“So fair!” the boys went chaffing; 

But soon the May came down that way, 

And set them all a-laughing. 

— St. Nicholas. 

A CHANGE OF STYLE. 

When this old hat was new, 

The railroad was a stage; 

And a six-mule team made plenty of steam 
For the broadest kind of guage. 

You caught a goose when you wanted a pen, 
The ink you used was blue; 

And the women you loved didn’t want to be men, 
When this old hat was new. 

A spade was only a spade, 

And Jennie was just plain “Jane.” 

For his impudent lip a boy would skip 
At the end of a rattan cane. 





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There were sixteen ounces in every pound, 

Four quarts made a gallon true; 

But things don’t seem like they used to be 
When this old hat was new. 

LITTLE ELSIE. 

DINAH M. CRAIK. 

Ah, don’t come a-wooing with your long, long face, 
And your longer purse behind; 

I’m a bright young girl, and I know my place, 

And think I know my mind. 

I like to laugh, and to dance and sing, 

And to tease my parents dear. 

My brothers call me a “tiresome thing 
But wouldn’t they miss me here! 

O’tis I am my mother’s heart’s delight, 

And my father’s right hand brave. 

Would I leave my home so free and bright 
To be a rich man’s slave? 

Would I buy myself a gown of silk 
In a grand dull house to pine, 

When I’ve boys to play with and cows to milk, 

And the whole fair world is mine ? 

Ah, don’t come talking of the cares of life: 

My head is gold, not gray; 

And it’s my desire to be no man’s wife— 

At least, not just to-day. 

But I’ve a heart, and it’s warm and true. 

And I’ll keep it safe, at ease; 

And if one I love should come to woo, 

I’ll give it—when I please!— Harper's Magazine. 


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SOMEDAY. 


NORA PERRY. 

Oh, tell me when does Someday come, 

That wonderful bright day, • 

Where all the best times are put off, 

And pleasures hid away ! 

I know the rest of all the days 
Just as they read and run; 

Can say and spell them week by week, 

And count them one by one. 

They bring me, now and then, fine things, 

Gay toys, and jolly play; 

But never, never such fine things 
As are kept hid away 
In that great wonder-land that lies 
Forever out of sight, 

Which I can never, never find 
By any day or night. 

But sometime, ah, I’m very sure, 

When I grow big and tall, 

I’ll find the way to that Someday, 

And, hidden there, find all 
The treasures I have wanted so, 

And missed from day to day— 

The treasures they have always said 
That I should have Someday. 

— St. Nicholas. 





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YE STORY OF A BLUE CHINA PLATE. 


There was a Cochin Chinaman, 

Whose name it was Ah-Lee, 

And the same was just as fine a man 
As you qould wish to see, 

For he was rich and strong, 

And his queue was extra long, 

And he lived on rice and fish and chiccory. 

Which he had a lovely daughter, 

And her name was Mai-Ri-An, 

And the youthful Wang who sought her 
Hand was but a poor young man; 

So her haughty father said, 

“You shall never, never wed 
Such a pauper as this penniless young man.” 

So the daughter and her lover 
They eloped one summer day, 

Which Ah-Lee he did discover, 

And pursued without delay; 

But the Goddess Loo, I’ve heard, 
Changed each lover to a bird, 

And from the bad Ah-Lee they flew away. 

Ah me! Ah-Lee, the chance is, 

That we all of us may know 
Of unpleasant circumstances 
We would like to stay, but. oh! 

The inevitable things, 

Will take unto them wings, 

And will fly where we may never hope to go, 



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I would further like to state, 

That the tale which I relate, 

You can see on any plate 
That was made in Cochin China years ago. 

— Harper's Young People, 


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PUSH. 

We frequently see at the entrance of a building the word 
“Push” on the door. It means that if you want to enter 
you must push the door open; you are not to ring a bell 
and wait till some one comes to let you in. That is the 
word that is on the door of the house of Success. If you 
would have success in anything you must push your way 
to it. Look at the successful business man. We all ad¬ 
mire him. He is of importance in the world. He has . 
something to do and he does it. If things get in his way, 
he pushes them out. If the market is dull and his busi¬ 
ness comes to a standstill, he pushes it along. He doesn’t 
wait for Luck to come along and give him a lift. She 
doesn’t usually give lifts to those who stand back waiting 
for her; she helps those who help themselves. Boys, if 
you have a hard lesson to learn, don’t sit back and wait 
for some one to come along and help you; if you do, 
you’ll find the next one just as hard. But push your way 
through it. Every push you give makes you stronger to 
push again. If you want to occupy an honorable place 
in the world, you must push your way to it—then you 
can look back over your life with a feeling of satisfaction. 




96 


FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


THE USUAL HUSBAND. 


A DOMESTIC DRAMA IN ONE ACT, SUITABLE FOR LITTLE 
BOY AND GIRL. 


(Tired little wife sits down with baby in her lap, husband addressing 

her commandingly): 

HUSBAND. 

“My dear, the breakfast was so bad, I hope you’ll see to 
dinner, 

Be sure the meat is roasted right and make the gravy 
thinner; 

And try to fix the salad nice and don’t forget the 
mustard; 

And I should like a lemon pie or else a creamy custard. 

You’d better wear your cherry silk and fix your hair, 
for maybe 

I shall bring home a friend to dine, so dress yourself and 
baby. 

• And here, I wish you’d mend these gloves—that dress¬ 
ing gown made smaller, 

You must have thought of some old beau, a good deal 
bigger and taller; 

And pray do fix my smoking chair and mend the cush¬ 
ions neatly, 

For if it is not done to-day, it will be gone completely. 

’Tis strange, when you have nothing else to do but some 
such mending, 

That things should go to rack and ruin for lack of prop¬ 
er tending, 

And, dear! I wish you’d read some books and keep up 
with the papers, 

I really am ashamed of you beside of Mrs. Drapers; 



FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


97 


She talks so well of everything, of politics and people, 

And wears such a bewitching hat with such a lofty 
steeple! 

Where is my cane? And bring my hat; come, I am in 
a hurry; 

Of course you’ve nothing to disturb, but I must sweat 
and flurry; 

/, madam, have to work all day to fill the hive with 
honey, 

While you have nothing else to do but spend my hard- 
earned money!” 

(Exit to his office, where he sits down leisurely, elevates his feet,takes 

a cigar, and unfolds a newspaper ) 

(Tired little wife puts baby in cradle and wrings her hands.) 

WIFE. 

“Oh, dear! oh,dear! what shall I do! I’m sure it is a 
shame, sir. 

I almost wish, you naughty man, I’d never changed my 
name, sir!” 

—Happy Hours. 

-:o:- 

FRIDAY EVENING AFTER EXAMINATION. 

Johnny sat by the fire in an easy arm-chair, 

And fell into meditation; 

He had worked for a week in the puzzling affair 
Of the winter e'xamination. 

So he shut up his eyes and leaned back in the chair— 
Just to rest his tired eyelids he meant— 

He thought it all over while thus sitting there, 

And this is the way that it went: 




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FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


The indicative mood of three times fifty-four, 
And the cube of the torrid zone, 

Make what per cent, of a base-ball score 
In longitude seventy-one? 

There is something wrong about that, I know, 
And the next one is just as bad, 

About parsing the ratio of Borneo 
To the treaty of Trinidad. 

I’ll try the next: What rate per cent. 

Of the battle of Bunker Hill 

Is the present tense of a continent 
If the discount is charged in the bill? 

I could work that out if I knew the price 
Of the dividend’s passive voice; 

For the principal products are pronouns and rice, 
And Stark with his Green Mountain boys. 

I’ll never get through this if I go on thus, 

But the adjective’s administration 

Began with the downfall of minus and plus 
By the square of the first conjugation. 

O me! it is all in a terrible mix 

And it’s nearly the time for closing— 

Hello! What’s that? It’s the clock striking six! 

I certainly must have been dozing. 

POSTSCRIPT-MONDAY EVENING. 

Master Johnny insists on my adding a line 
To tell you he came out quite straight; 

His average standing was just eighty-nine— 

His lowest mark seventy-eight, 


— Good Cheer. 


FAVORITE INTERMEDIATE SPEAKER. 


99 


THE SISTERS AT WORK. 

IDA FAY. 

DIALOGUE. 

- \ 

LAURA. 

I want to be out in the garden so pleasant: 

There’s no time for play, sister mine, like the present. 

EDITH. 

The best time for play and for healthy enjoyment, 
Believe me, dear Laura, is after employment. 

'laura. 

Where the sunshine is smiling on trees and on flowers, 
Let us go far away from this dull room of ours. 

EDITH. 

As for flowers, see those I have put in the pitcher: 

In flowers I’m sure that we need not be richer. 

LAURA. 

Ah! stupid it is, when the soft breeze is blowing, 

Shut up in the house to be kept at our sewing. 

EDITH. 

But after our sewing, my dear, is well ended, 

A walk in the garden and grove will be splendid. 

LAURA. 

By the way yota keep on with your stitching and stitchin 
One would say you must find it a task quite bewitchin 

EDITH. 

So I do; and I’ll tell you the rule I’m pursuing,— 

’Tis to put my best work into what I am doing. 

— The Nursery. 


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SUMMER VACATION. 

MRS. H. E. KIMBALE. 

I am so happy, so happy all over, 

The secret I’ll tell it to you! 

I told it the daisies, the grasses, the clover; 

They promised to keep it all true: . 

Vacation is coming, will be here right soon; 

No lessons to learn the whole day. 

I think it so nice, from the middle of June 
Till autumn, for frolic and play! 

We’ll live with the butterflies, blossoms, and bees, 

We’ll gather the berries so sweet; 

Grow brown as the gypsies, in sunshine and breeze, 
And fleet as the deer with our feet! 

ccd-bye now, kind teacher, and school-mates all dear, 
And school-house, a good-bye to you, 

When vacation is over, we’ll come with a cheer, 

The school-life to gladly renew! 







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SIX EDITIONS HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED. 

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THE NOON JIOUj R, Which often hangs heavily upon both teacher and 
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Historical Mottoes lor the Wall, Six i 1 Set, - - 40 

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Craig’s Question Books, 3,500 questions with answers for re¬ 
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